Adoption and Money:

***This is actually a post I wrote years ago but never posted.  Since joining a new church I’ve met lots of curious people who have asked about our adoptions (which I love, ask away!), I have noticed an overwhelming amount of conversations that end with: but it’s so expensive.  If there’s time, I always love sharing how God provided miraculously for each of our kiddos (none through a ten year savings plan by the way)…but if time is limited, I usually state the obvious- God LOVES adoption, because He LOVES kids and families and HE has lots of money.  Ha!  So…below is a short summary on this topic.  ***


Why should I pay for your kid?

One of the biggest hurdles we had to conquer with our adoption is the money aspect.  When we moved to IHOP, we were inundated with adoption news and statistics and most importantly- God’s heart for the orphans.  But one big thing that I hadn’t seen much of previously, was fundraising for adoption.

Just so we’re clear, we hate asking for money…but from the very beginning of our adoption journey, we knew we needed to give people a chance to sow into this incredible plan of God’s.  And by “this incredible plan” I mean, adoption- in general.  We weren’t just “growing our family”; we were intentionally answering a prayer to end abortion and adopt a child.  And the more we listened to people’s adoption stories, the more we were convinced that asking people to partner with us was the right decision.  You see, not everyone is called to adopt- but I believe we are all called to “take care of the widows and orphans” (James 1:27) and that can be done in so many different ways…just one of which is giving a few bucks to someone who is going to adopt.

We raised funds by good old fashioned letters…and even though we did offend a few hearts, it was worth it.  God wanted this plan to happen and He sent us thousands of dollars in a very short span of time.  Josiah’s adoption was fully covered by the time we arrived in Florida to pick him up- Praise the Lord!

Recently I read a blog post of a stranger, who lives here in KC and is in the process of adopting…she explains this whole idea so well, I asked her if I could guest post her on my blog and thankfully, she agreed! (if you want to read more of her blog click here)

“Maybe you’re asking yourself, “What the heck, self? Why should I pay for somebody else’s kid? Nobody paid for my kid.” or some such. Let me try to help out.

One of the key elements you have to understand about adoption is the kid is already here. We are talking about a person, in utero or out of it, that has already joined our world and will live here, one way or another. Adoption is one way to provide that child a healthy, stable family.

Because it is so expensive, and because it is a mercy ministry, and because it is time sensitive, fundraising is extremely common, in churched and unchurched circles, among all income levels. Go take a spin around the web; it’s easy to find.

Fundraisers, and adoption, are about the child. It’s time sensitive, because by the time you are in the process, a baby is already on its way, or a child is already being passed through the system. Taking a 10 year break to save $30,000 extra is not really practical when it comes to adoption, it has to be done quickly.

Adoption is a ministry. It is a way that people add to their families, too, and that’s great, but ultimately it is an attempt to give a child a better life. That cause should move your heart. It moves the heart of God.

So, if you know of someone who is in the process of adopting, and you want to join with them and God in protecting the fatherless, then you have been given an opportunity, a door. That’s what it is. It’s a chance to be part of something bigger than yourself. Take it or leave it.”




full of words

I know I’ve been pretty quiet here in this little space, but it hasn’t been for lack of content.  At first I think I would tend to blame the lack of posting on all the good things that are going on in my life right now, specifically going to school- since that’s the added blessing in this season.  However, I’m realizing that we make time for what we care about, and therefore, I want to say…I care about this space.  I want to write.  I want to write more often and better.  I believe there are so many pages of words waiting to be typed here.  While I’m not sure whether I will ramp up my posts starting today or in eight weeks when my first year is over, I do know I’m excited!

As of now, I’m applying to attend Bethel’s BSSM 2nd year program, which starts in the fall.  I keep finding myself saying, it’s either school or adopt another baby…and while I would be so happy with either, I’m leaning towards school for this next year.  This has been SUCH a unique and foundational experience for me, I don’t feel ready for it to end yet.  I’ve learned more about who I am and who God is in the last 6 months than I ever imagined.  So much of the journey has been uncovering what I thought I knew but didn’t fully believe.  It’s been refreshing and invigorating.  I cannot wait to share with you guys.

He is faithful.

the air i breathe

I’ve been a bit stuck in life lately.  Sickness hit our home like a tornado and I’m still staring at the disarray, though the crazed awfulness has passed.  What’s odder still is that for the past seven years, when sickness has fallen on me- there’s no real consequence other than suffering through it.  Dealing with sickness as a mom is a bit like no one caring that you’re sick because your job just continues.  But now, as a student, I’m actually missing something.  This experience has forced me to prioritize what is important and restoring health to my body has to be at the top.  Here I sit, two weeks late, still not completely healthy.  I still cannot take a full deep breath, I am still coughing my brains out, and I am still exhausted and depleted.

But what affected me the most in the last few weeks, was when I lost the ability to fully breath.  I’ve never had any issues with asthma or anything related, so when, after a full week of the flu, I started having trouble breathing- it was rough.  I couldn’t lay down or even lean back without panicking because air seemed so distant.  I had to sleep on the couch sitting up, but the first night the thought that if I stopped breathing, no one would know, passed through my mind.

I have never been more thankful for breath than today.  As painful as it is sometimes, I’m so grateful that sometimes we experience a momentary loss that propels us into the importance of the simple that we take for granted.  I don’t think I’ve ever really contemplated breathing as much as I have in the last week.  I’m so glad God created us to not have to consciously think about breathing.  What a gift.

Perhaps the lack of oxygen to my brain is what propelled me to write this random post.


rainbow pom-poms and painted unicorns

Welcome to my stream of consciousness, the first of 2018.

It’s 8pm and the UPS driver just delivered a present I bought myself…a garland (if you will) of rainbow colored poms, made of yarn.  God has been speaking a lot to me with rainbows in the last few months and apparently, my whole life- so I thought it would be fun to hang a reminder in my bedroom.  I had no idea these poms were giant so when I opened them I just started to giggle and couldn’t stop.  It’s as though God was literally trying to make me laugh.  Gosh.  So good.  I hung them and can’t wait to hear what my husband has to say about them- ha!  But for me, every single time I see the rainbow colors in my room, I’ll be reminded of how much God has always watched out for me, always cared about me, always been there.

Christmas was good…even in our tiny house.  It was cozy and delicious.  Thankful to have family here to celebrate with us and thankful for this extra week off too.  Though, technically my school started, so I am going tomorrow…easing myself back in.

My dear friend Megs sent me a quote earlier today and I can’t get it out of my mind.  “Edit your life frequently and ruthlessly.  It’s your masterpiece after all.”  So good.  Often I find myself deleting apps or throwing something away in my house, changing a decoration or an entire belief and I don’t even stop to waver.  Editing my life is so necessary, so healthy, so helpful.  This ties into my 2018 theme (I’ve decided the word goal doesn’t really fit anymore…after the smashing success of last year’s Just Say Yes theme, I’m rolling with it).  He makes all things new.  I’m excited and anxious to see where this year leads me, and I am on the edge of my seat.

For Christmas my parents bought me a mini projector– that I asked for- because I thought it would be fun to create with.  Over the weekend I finally decorated my daughter’s room a little bit.  She’s been in the stage of “destruction” for quite some time, so I didn’t realize she was capable of handling wall decor in her room…but low and behold, she’s growing up.  Today I kept wanting to jump in the car and stroll down the aisles of Hobby Lobby to look for a horse/unicorn/zebra canvas to complete her little makeover.  But then, I remembered my new tool…and literally traced and painted a unicorn in 15 minutes for her wall.  This thing is bomb.

We took all the Christmas lights out of our house last week, but last night we put some back up.  The house just seemed too dark, and sad, and non-twinkly.  It’s so much better now.

I finally read a book that wasn’t for school.  My mom brought me a stack of the best…so here’s the first one I’ll recommend- And Then You Loved Me by Inglath Cooper.  Also, Bart and I saw Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle and shockingly, I loved it!  It was hilarious.  Go see it.

Ok.  My husband keeps giggling from the other room while watching Ellen’s new Game show so I gotta go investigate.  Over and out.



i receive it.

I have one of my favorite Christmas songs on repeat right now and a pine scented candle burning…Christmas lights surrounding me and the beautiful realization that I am done with school until 2018.  Don’t get me wrong, I have LOVED school this year- it’s turned my whole world upside down right side up in the most amazing ways but I really enjoyed running errands and drinking coffee with no time limits today.  I think I’m going to relish the rest of this year, savoring each moment in simplicity.

To say I love Christmas would be such an understatement.  Every surface of our tiny home is covered in bottlebrush trees and red plaid…I cannot get enough.  Yesterday we sang Christmas carols on our last day of class and I cried through almost the entire hour.  It was so special.  I find myself staring at our Christmas tree so much, just so in love with this season.  It’s not just the smells (which i love!) or the traditions (also my fav!!) but the anticipation of the celebration.  It’s the best.  Lately, I’ve felt like God is giving me a front row seat as He once again brings to remembrance the most amazing birth this world has ever seen.  He’s the most amazing Father.  I love that He’s mine.

Someday I’ll share about school and how God is literally revealing more than I could have dreamed…but the one thing that has been so impressed upon my heart is His overwhelming, never-ending, uniquely special, vast love.  The beauty of Him is that all I have to do is RECEIVE it.  I’ve muttered and shouted “I receive it” at least a thousand times in the last few months; believing in faith that something was happening.  And while this will be my life-long journey, it’s working and I feel free-er every day.

Christmas represents ultimate joy to me…and not because every other decoration I own spells joy (that’s because it’s my name)…but because I’m becoming more and more aware of the Father’s radical love- He sent his Son- because He loves me.  Because He. loves. me.  I receive it.

Merry Christmas.


adding to the collection

Just finished my annual Christmas song hunt on iTunes…always feel the need to add a couple new melodies to our collection of songs for my favorite time of year.  At the moment, my favorite new find: Jon McLaughlin’s “Hallelujah This Christmas” is putting a smile on my face.

Today is the beginning of our Thanksgiving break.  No school for a whole week.  I started the day with a lot of good intentions…put the kiddos to work organizing and cleaning out toy bins and drawers, mostly to get space ready for where our Christmas tree will reside. But, 3/4 of the way through, I found myself drawn to something better… iTunes Holiday music.  So, here I am, mesmerized by the Christmas music that is almost drowning out the loud screams of my crazy children, (who have inevitably giving up the collection of lego pieces and broken crayons) thinking I could multi-task a blog post while I lull myself into peace.

In front of me sits my Thanksgiving meal lists- the menu, the recipes (trying a new one this yr),  and the giant grocery list yet I don’t even feel overwhelmed.  I’m feeling so grateful for this time of year.  Perhaps it feels even more special because at this moment last year our house was carefully packaged into a hundred brown boxes and plastic bins, and though I was excited for what was coming…it felt very sad to skip Christmasifying our home.  I do not recommend moving during the holidays.  Bringing Christmas to life in our house is my favorite- nothing brings comfort and cozy together better than strings of white lights and real trees inside.

I’ve wanted to put out our Christmas decorations since September but I’ve held off.  Not because I believe in any rules of the season, but because I love weaving real Christmas tree branches everywhere in the house and one cannot find those until Christmas trees start appearing.  So, alas, I have waited patiently.  I am still burning my fall Apple Pie candle happily, and staring at my giant GIVE THANKS reminder above the cupboards.  Fall is shorter here in California, but it’s still been beautiful.

I’ve been so thankful for this new fall season- one where I get to be in school again.  The last time I started school in September was seven years ago, my last year of teaching, before baby Josiah showed up.  I have been loving school- I’m learning so much and growing even more.  Feeling the Father’s love over me in an even bigger way makes this Thanksgiving and Christmas season seem even more special.

Ok, back to work.


happy birthday maya

Oh dear.  My baby is FOUR?!  What the heck.  I still find myself defending her to her brothers as “the baby”…sheesh.  Maybe it’s because she’s just so darn cute, we can’t help it.  Maya Joy turns four today.  It’s been four wonderful years of getting to know this little bundle of love.

Possibly my most favorite part about my daughter is her quirks.  She’s weird in the most delightful ways.  The faces she makes could fill a thousand page book…her expressions are endless.  Her dance moves and literally just the way she chooses to walk sometimes makes me giggle.  She truly beats to her own beautiful drum.  I’m so glad.  I hope she will always follow her random instincts.  It’s what makes her unique and special.

Maya is the sweetest human, when she wants to be.  She loves kisses and cuddles and being held…but she always loves her freedom.  She is quick to comfort anyone who is sad, but quickly gets distracted and moves on.  She has the best blank stare I’ve ever seen in my life.  You should see her pre-k school photo.  She conquered potty training like a champ this year- by far the easiest and quickest…I’ll give her the potty award.  First place.  She can teach the next kiddo.  Ha!  Her only issue with the whole situation is that she likes undies with pictures on them…and a lot come with cool designs on the back- which is unacceptable for her.  So, she wears her underwear backwards half the time, despite the fact that I’ve explained how uncomfortable that is.  Oh well.

Speaking of clothing, she has let go of her death grip on dresses, hallelujah.  She still loves them of course, but doesn’t need to live her life in them…even the dress-up princess ones have been tossed aside lately.  She does still choose pink over anything else- and I’ve taken to buying clothing with animals or rainbows on them if they aren’t pink.  She’s more likely to happily get dressed with those choices.

Horses are her latest obsession- along with unicorns and zebras…well, any kind of horse-like creature.  She loves water…sitting in it, drinking it, splashing, swimming.  If we still owned a pool that girl would have been my little fish this summer.  And this fall, she started preschool.  I think it was a bit of a shock to her freedom- loving system, but she is now settling in nicely and loves it.  I’ve never started a kiddo this early, but with me going back to school, I was trusting that God knew what she needed too.  It turns out He does- what a shocker.

What else…she still sleeps in random places and the cutest thing in the world is when we unlock her door in the morning (yes, we flipped the lock, so she’s locked in) and if she’s awake, it’s an instant hide and seek game- which she finds hysterical.  Yet when we have to wake her up, she acts like a teenager…ignoring me and pulling the covers back over her head, just like her older brother Josi.  She still loves her daddy the most, though we’ve gotten closer this year for sure.  She adores her older brothers too, and interacts with each of them very differently.  It’s so cute to see their relationships grow.

I could keep writing endlessly about this little darling I get to call daughter…but instead I’ll say HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRINCESS!!  You are my favorite girl in the whole world.

Love, mommy whose name is Krista (she likes to point that out, often)